Free Transitions (A Thousand Words Book 1) by Tori Brooks Page A

qualified no matter how many psychology books he reads. You can listen to Bryan if he decides to dispense any wisdom, assuming he’s even there. If it comes to advice, Flynn is probably right if he offers any. I’m sorry, but it’s true.
    “It’s really going to come down to Jess and Kenny though, isn’t it? They’re the nosy ones who’ll be waiting to ambush you.” She shrugged. “Tell them as much or little as you’re comfortable with. I’m sitting back and being supportive, as usual.”
    Lindsay reached up and kissed Dev again, moist and deep. “Try to relax and get a good night’s sleep, honey. You’ve got a long week ahead of you with the tour plans and everything. I’ll leave you to it tomorrow, but the day after I expect some quality time.”
    Dev smiled. “Okay, deal.”
     
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    Dev drove home, considering everything that happened. He wasn’t going to tell the guys anything. Maybe Bryan if they were alone, but otherwise, not a word. Of course they’d find out Lindsay’s clothes fit her differently when they started playing the lineup for the tour. Kenny already had everything arranged, it was just a matter of practicing so they ran together perfectly. Brenda and Lindsay would be there at least some of the time when they played, it was pretty standard.
    He thought about that as he stopped at a light. Lindsay sitting there watching him, with those legs . . . she might be a distraction now. Well, if she was, he’d explain it to her and shoo her off to his room to play on his computer. No big deal.
    Pulling into the driveway, Dev swore lightly when he saw Jess’s shiny red Jag sitting in the driveway. Kenny always parked his truck behind the garage, but Dev didn’t have to look to see if he was home, he was rarely anywhere else this time of night. Bryan’s practical Acura was nowhere to be found. He shouldn’t really expect it to be here. Bryan had his own house and Brenda would want him home with her. Still, it would have been nice if they were over watching a movie. Dev almost left and went to Bryan’s house to chat, but that meant disturbing Bryan and Brenda and it was late. He could talk to his best friend tomorrow. He could handle Jess and Kenny tonight. Besides, he might be able to avoid them altogether.
    Dev tried to be quiet, but not so quiet he could be accused of being sneaky, as he parked and walked to the back door. Flynn was in the kitchen and he hurried past him and downstairs to the basement before his stepfather tried to engage him in conversation.
    Kenny and Jess sat in the basement and Dev paused on the bottom step when he saw them there. They were watching TV, a seemingly innocent act, but Dev knew they were waiting for him.
    “So how’d the date with Little Miss Walking Dead go?” Jess asked.
    “Get bent.” Dev walked past them to his room without a glance. He closed the door behind him, and sat at his desk. Above his computer, a picture of Lindsay and Becky at the skateboard park caught his eye. Lindsay in her goth makeup. He already wished he had a picture of her in pink instead of black. Dev was still staring at the picture wistfully when Jess walked in without knocking, Kenny on his heels.
    “Flynn’s making popcorn and Sophie wants to watch a movie,” Kenny said. “I think she’s excited summer’s here and Flynn relaxed her bedtime. She’s working her way through the James Bond series.”
    “What’s she up to?” Dev asked, only half-interested.
    “Roger Moore,” Kenny answered.
    “Let me know when she hits Pierce Brosnan.”
    Kenny nodded. He gestured to the picture of Lindsay and Becky. “How’d it go with Lin?”
    Dev hesitated a fraction of a second too long. “Good.”
    “That was a great answer,” Kenny said with false enthusiasm. The smile vanished from his face. “Now I’d like the truth.”
    Dev gave him a blank stare.
    “You’re hiding something. I’d like to know what.”
    Dev shook his head. There was no way he was